Switzerland is quite a weird country. And after a couple of month living here I’m realizing that being Argentinian doesn’t help at all. We are use to the chaos, things not working, the survival of the fittest, we are use to not being bored, to go out until dawn. Tons of concept that here don’t exist.
Living in other country is not always very easy. Being far away from your family and friends sucks. Understanding that the other is different than you, that cames from an other country and that they have other costumes is not always the easier. Because I’m a foreigner in this country but they are foreigners in my life. So, my question is what can we do when your mother in law comes from another planet? I know that talking about the in laws is a cliché. And I don’t want to be mean but sometimes is just too easy. At first our relationship was not very easy, I was talking Spanish and English, she was speaking only French so we didn’t talk too much. I thought for quite a long time that the only reason why we didn’t talk was this idiomatic bareer between the 2 of us, but now that I am some sort of fluent in frech I realize that no. she is like that, not very talkative. To be fair with her, a lot of swiss people around her age are like tkat. I was more used to the idea of having dinner with the family of your boyfriend and everyone asking you stuff. You are the new one, so where do you come from? How did you meet with eachother? Also, living here, I got used to very weird questions about Argentina like if I dance tango? Or how much money does it cost to buy a cow? Or how many hectaries do you need to be a millionaire? Like if every Argentinian were walking clichés. Sadly, my family doesn’t own any land, so I have no idea. And no, we don’t dance tango. That’s the thing, when you live abroad you are super conscious of where you come from. Way more than if you were living in your own country. Everything happenes or doesn’t happen because you are Argentinian. I’m fine with this idea, and I’m in peace with the idea of being Mica, the Argentinian. Then I have to explain them that not all argentinan people are as crazy as me.
I’m sure that if you ask my mom, she will tell you that I was the bad influence among my friends. I have to be honest; I was always a precocious girl, that was flowing on my veins. But that didn’t make me exactly a bad girl. At least I think. Also my mom thought for a couple of months that I was a drug addict. My relationship with drugs came on an early age, and yes, I guess that now with the distance, that habit of doing recreational drugs doesn’t seem so nice. Anyway, I was convinced that the drugs were not gonna win me. Especially because since an early age I knew that the only thing I was addicted to was people. Nowadays, trying to quit smoking, I put in question all of my theories but at that time I was fervently sure that I was not an addict so I could use whatever I wanted without being hooked. The truth is that I was not even doing drugs that much. Ok, maybe having a couple of pills every now and then at 16 was a lot, but believe me, it was not. I had friends that took an ecstasy pill per hour, plus popper, plus who know what synthetic shit, plus maybe a little bit of Ketamine and alcohol. So I was a saint compared to them. But of course my mom didn’t know about those things and was probably better that way. I guess I was doing drugs so I would look cool. For me, the look “heroine chic” was great and I always had this image of me in my head.